Baby, I don’t wanna get jealous
but when you told me about that old fling
my poor heart almost stopped beating
and it can only be solved by one thing.
give me those little kisses with all your might
touch me all over, squeeze me tight
tell me you love me - what’s past is past, alright?
I want those little kisses to last a long time
when I’m stuck in the storyboard of my thoughts
and thinking of all the bad little things
you spin my head around, and turn me upside down
those little kisses make me wanna sing
you’re gonna be gone so long
please tell me that you’re coming back.
and baby while you’re gone
please don’t gimme ‘nother heart attack - come on back!
when I get nervous that you might think I’m boring
or not quite as adventurous as the start
you say you feel so fine just to grab a love like mine
you give me the reflection of your heart